2 days later (after lots of nursing and fighting)
Max strolled in the penthouse and dropped her stuff by the door. She continues to strut to the computer where she found Logan typing furiously. She rolled her eyes and got up behind him.
If he knew she was there he didn't acknowledge it. Until she spun his chair around to face her. She kneeled on one knee so that she could look him straight in the eye.
"Don't you ever stop?" She asked in an exasperated tone. She continued to study his features. "Your eyes are still blood shot, no doubt from a headache you're still ignoring. Your back is hunched, probably from sitting here to long. Your abdomen is clenched most likely from nausea. So when were you planning on breaking?"
"I wasn't. And once you find out why you are gonna want to kiss me." She snorted.
"Right. So what is the big deal?" He smirked at her knowingly.
"I have been contacted by Jondy again and she gave the time and place." Her eyes widened.
"So where and when?"
"Slow down there tiger. After all there still is the possibility this could be a trap."
"Yeah yeah I know. But you know what? At this point I really don't care, now give." She was getting impatient.
"Well I do." He shot back at her firmly. She softened a bit. "Fine. She wants to meet you tonight actually. I think she knows you way to well." He shook his head a bit.
"What do you mean?"
"She wants to meet you at that new club called Hoover at 11 tonight." Max's brow furrowed and then undid it self.
"Its cool." Logan looked at his watch.
"You know what time it is?"
"Just enough time to get home shower and get in the clubbing clothes."
"You have clubbing clothes?"
"Not really. But Cindy has been dying to dress me up so I think I just might let her."
"Ok. Meet me back here at 10:30."
"What?" She looked at him in confusion.
"What? You didn't honestly think I was going to let you go alone on this did you?" She opened and closed her mouth.
"I usually do solo jobs."
"Yeah well your making an exception."
"What if it IS a trap?"
"Exactly. Let's say I am a friendly escort. K?" She was going to protest but he gave her one of those intense looks so she backed down.
"Fine. But this is the deal. You go to a club you dress like a clubber. Think you can do that?" Logan nodded. "And second. I will pick you up on my bike at 10:30. Got it?"
"I get to ride your bike?" She shrugged. Max didn't feel like elaborating and he didn't press. He just nodded again and she left.
10:30pm Penthouse
Max was just about to open the door when it swung open itself. She had to catch her breath. 'Oh damn this is gonna be a long night.' In front of her Logan was standing tall in a pair of baggy jeans a tight red shirt that showed of every bulge of his muscles. Overlapping that was a leather jacket. He didn't have his glasses on and he actually shaved. He looked down at her and smiled.
"You look nice." It was hard for him to form words. Max was in a pair of leather short pants and tight fitting shirt that was a deep maroon, which looked more like a corset. She had tall boots untamed curls and a leather jacket. Her slim figure was almost enough to make him lose his senses.
"Yeah. You look…" She trailed off still stunned. She couldn't believe he shaved. He never did that or at least when she was around.
"What? I can't look that bad." He said mistaking her hesitancy for disapproval.
"No. You look really…good." She knew she wanted to say hot and sexy but she figured that would be frowned upon by the other person in her head who she assumed was inspired by Lydecker. Voice of reason from Manticore.
"Thanks. So we gonna go now or what?"
"Yeah." Max tried to pull herself together. It wasn't enough OC got her flustered a bit about going with Logan but the fact she had dressed her up like a Barbie doll was hard to bear.
Max got down the stairs with Logan behind her. She mounted her baby and gunned the engine. Soon enough Logan climbed on behind her and held on to her waist. She hated herself knowing her skin felt on fire but she tried to ignore it.
She sped off to the club hopefully to meet her sister.
A/N I wanted to post a chapter and I wanted to get to the club scene in this chapter but I was too tired so oh well. I wanted to post something as opposed to nothing so enjoy. I better control myself or this will turn into one of my many smut fics. (Slaps herself) Bad girl! Tell me what you think. I know Max and Logan probably wouldn't dress like this but they are trying to fit into the crowd they are gonna be with so bear with me here. Tell me what you think. Stay strong with the struggle.
Max strolled in the penthouse and dropped her stuff by the door. She continues to strut to the computer where she found Logan typing furiously. She rolled her eyes and got up behind him.
If he knew she was there he didn't acknowledge it. Until she spun his chair around to face her. She kneeled on one knee so that she could look him straight in the eye.
"Don't you ever stop?" She asked in an exasperated tone. She continued to study his features. "Your eyes are still blood shot, no doubt from a headache you're still ignoring. Your back is hunched, probably from sitting here to long. Your abdomen is clenched most likely from nausea. So when were you planning on breaking?"
"I wasn't. And once you find out why you are gonna want to kiss me." She snorted.
"Right. So what is the big deal?" He smirked at her knowingly.
"I have been contacted by Jondy again and she gave the time and place." Her eyes widened.
"So where and when?"
"Slow down there tiger. After all there still is the possibility this could be a trap."
"Yeah yeah I know. But you know what? At this point I really don't care, now give." She was getting impatient.
"Well I do." He shot back at her firmly. She softened a bit. "Fine. She wants to meet you tonight actually. I think she knows you way to well." He shook his head a bit.
"What do you mean?"
"She wants to meet you at that new club called Hoover at 11 tonight." Max's brow furrowed and then undid it self.
"Its cool." Logan looked at his watch.
"You know what time it is?"
"Just enough time to get home shower and get in the clubbing clothes."
"You have clubbing clothes?"
"Not really. But Cindy has been dying to dress me up so I think I just might let her."
"Ok. Meet me back here at 10:30."
"What?" She looked at him in confusion.
"What? You didn't honestly think I was going to let you go alone on this did you?" She opened and closed her mouth.
"I usually do solo jobs."
"Yeah well your making an exception."
"What if it IS a trap?"
"Exactly. Let's say I am a friendly escort. K?" She was going to protest but he gave her one of those intense looks so she backed down.
"Fine. But this is the deal. You go to a club you dress like a clubber. Think you can do that?" Logan nodded. "And second. I will pick you up on my bike at 10:30. Got it?"
"I get to ride your bike?" She shrugged. Max didn't feel like elaborating and he didn't press. He just nodded again and she left.
10:30pm Penthouse
Max was just about to open the door when it swung open itself. She had to catch her breath. 'Oh damn this is gonna be a long night.' In front of her Logan was standing tall in a pair of baggy jeans a tight red shirt that showed of every bulge of his muscles. Overlapping that was a leather jacket. He didn't have his glasses on and he actually shaved. He looked down at her and smiled.
"You look nice." It was hard for him to form words. Max was in a pair of leather short pants and tight fitting shirt that was a deep maroon, which looked more like a corset. She had tall boots untamed curls and a leather jacket. Her slim figure was almost enough to make him lose his senses.
"Yeah. You look…" She trailed off still stunned. She couldn't believe he shaved. He never did that or at least when she was around.
"What? I can't look that bad." He said mistaking her hesitancy for disapproval.
"No. You look really…good." She knew she wanted to say hot and sexy but she figured that would be frowned upon by the other person in her head who she assumed was inspired by Lydecker. Voice of reason from Manticore.
"Thanks. So we gonna go now or what?"
"Yeah." Max tried to pull herself together. It wasn't enough OC got her flustered a bit about going with Logan but the fact she had dressed her up like a Barbie doll was hard to bear.
Max got down the stairs with Logan behind her. She mounted her baby and gunned the engine. Soon enough Logan climbed on behind her and held on to her waist. She hated herself knowing her skin felt on fire but she tried to ignore it.
She sped off to the club hopefully to meet her sister.
A/N I wanted to post a chapter and I wanted to get to the club scene in this chapter but I was too tired so oh well. I wanted to post something as opposed to nothing so enjoy. I better control myself or this will turn into one of my many smut fics. (Slaps herself) Bad girl! Tell me what you think. I know Max and Logan probably wouldn't dress like this but they are trying to fit into the crowd they are gonna be with so bear with me here. Tell me what you think. Stay strong with the struggle.